This Side Reflected
Inspired by Three Days Grace – Never Too Late
A/N: I know, I know, I have a ton of stories to update but I wrote this while I was boarding for two nights.. now it's the end of term so I've got three weeks to revise and write.
Love.
It felt like complete and utter bliss when it was reciprocated, but Tartarus when it wasn't. Worse when the object of your affections were oblivious to the pain that they were inflicting upon you.
It had been so fucking perfect when you had gone and fallen for the enemy. Even more so when you were the villain, more when the person happened to be seven years your junior, but the worst thing? It wasn't a she, it was a he.
Luke Castellan stared at the raven-haired teenager in front of him. Boy, had he shot up since he had first handed him those shoes that could have dragged him to Tartarus. He wonders what could have happened if Percy had died in his first year at Camp. He wouldn't be the one with the choice to make – which he was calculating in his brain that was stuffed full with seaweed. (quote Annabeth)
Luke knows he is going to die today. It is his destiny, the reason why his father tries his best with him. Hermes foresaw his son's fate. He knew Luke was to die a hero.
As much as Hermes tried to stop Fate, it isn't possible. He can only alter it, but soon after it will set itself straight and he will die.
Percy hands him the blade and he locks with his, just for the briefest of moments. Within his expressive sea-green eyes, Luke can see all the different emotions bubbling to the surface.
Hatred, Sorrow and Anger are amongst the most obvious, but what surprises the traitor most is the tiny glint – unnoticeable to the naked eye- gleam with.. Love?
As he stabs himself, he grabs Percy and whispers in his ear, 'Did you love me?' The son of Poseidon's eyes widen in shock, who carefully lays him down on the cold marble floor and shakily nods.
'Happy endings don't exist for people like us,' he whispers.
'I loved you..' Luke stammers, trying to say what truly mattered before his inevitable demise.
'Stop speaking like you're already dead Luke!' exclaims Percy, bittersweet that his love wasn't unrequited, it was returned. 'Get some nectar!' his voice bellows, shattered, broken.
Luke forces himself to hold on, even though he knows he will face a worse fate alive, though Percy would be worth any punishment he could receive. His eyes meet Percy's and he thinks to himself, maybe happy endings can happen for people like them.
Only one way to find out.